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THE TIDE CALLED LONELINESS

The Great Tsunami Of Our Growing Grief written 3/2.2021--retitled 3/14/2021

The Smile Which Eludes @



He Says To Me, I Think Too Much (and hence dream too much as well)

I'd Like To Be Your Shirt (when you wake up in the morning)

Words Between Edward And Jane

When You Learn Who You Really Are And What Is...

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

It No Longer Surprises Me...

My Grey Haired Love...La La Lullaby , La La Lullaby My Love

You Do As You Please 8/17/2005 found poem, readjusted 6/20/22

Anti-Poem Number Three 8/2/2022 Or, A Poem Your Proper Mother Wouldn't Write

Breathing On My Own

A Girl Is More Than a Beautiful Box re-edited 10:15pm PST 1/31/22

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS ANYWAY AND INSTEAD

Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

ANOTHER REFRIGERATOR POEM 7/2/2022

A NOT-S0-SILLY ANTI-POETRY DITTY

In And In Between The Silence 6/21/2022

Not Alone In the Darkness (As I Once Thought I Was)

Each One Of Them Is Accounted For (And Matters)

The Fire Once Within Goes Cold From Lack

Like Books Full Of Stories Stacked Behind Her

Call It Grace (another Anti-poem)

Like A Small Street Dog Lured In By The Promise Of Meat

Lights Out

Saudade: the feeling of wanting to be near someone who is far and distant

That No One But I Will Know (anti-poetry)

To Be In The Way

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Entanglements


***********

in this interminable summer

our hair has grown like

the tallest of buffalo grass

long, deep-rooted and wild



I admire your ability to grow your hair

You admire my ability

both of our heads seem sprouted and matted

unattended and reaching

the tendrils drop and fall everywhere

into my mouth

into my eyes

I am forced to peer from underneath them


we've become

intertwined,

woven together like an intricate braid


we're the susurration of deep rhythms

and cooing breaths

in this impossible implausible heat

which has enveloped the entire earth

with its smothering and cloying


still our hair-growing continues

 our own over--grown tresses

nearly becoming a mattress

a self-made bed

grown from the mows of our cast-off

prodigiously grown hair....


as we lie down

we blithely share late-night murmurings

of dreams of other lives spent

when we were not even a memory to one another...


so...

how could it be

that I knew you before we knew of each other

entanglements

so knotted

the mystical has merged with the every day.


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